Solitary
Cold walls,
solitary confined,
trapped within this
solitary mind,
not much to do but
out the window stare,
watching dreams,
that never where,
watching the light
fade from the flame,
feeling my energy
drain just the same,
feelings that can't touch,
a hollow aching shell,
trapped in a paradox,
trapped in a cell,
never to be the
youth that tried,
only thing remaining
is the youth that died.
Copyright © Martin Mcloone | Year Posted 2022
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